Chapter 79

DOMINIC Eliza was the queen of hell—there was no other explanation. She wasn't just wicked; she reveled in chaos. And now, she'd come for Faith. That much was clear. Standing there, my fists clenched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms, I fought to keep my rage in check. My head throbbed, and my chest felt tight with the weight of it all. Faith had endured enough, and I'd allowed this to happen. This was on me.